The Saddest Word

Ok ok...i'm here to warn u first, this is going to be a long one. (Okla...since i wrote two short ones al'd...hehehehe, let me write a long one la k!) Em...jus suddenly reminded me of an old story tat i hav read in a magazine long long time ago...but strangely, i have kept it in my heart. Becoz it could be one of the saddest stories i've ever heard...er, guys, this might be a bit too mushy so u all, but girls, i think u will agree wit me after u finish this story. Bear wit me...


This story is written in chinese. I'll try to translate into english as well as i can be. Here's how it goes....

Why do u need to do tat? I know tat mean old buly is always after me, pulling my hair and making fun of me. But why do u need to defend me by standing up against him? U know...u arent big sized urself and besides, i dun need ur protection, u r a year younger than me. I can take care of myself. Yet everytime, u will act strong and help me out. I was 14 and u were 13 then.

We became good frens...we chatted and laughed together. We fuss over all the exams we were studying for and deciding which senior high school we will be going after our junior high. I was 15 then and u were 14.

Then i left junior high and got accepted in the local girl's school. We bid each other farewell and yet didnt feel a least bit sad. But after school started we fell slightly apart, i didnt call as much...and in return, u were facing ur applications exams. We were...busy. But i always caught the sight of u since the route we take to schools intersects. Soon, everyday, i saw u at the bus stop, and i will ask u:" Wat are u doing here?" And u will slightly drop ur head and mumble:"Er...nth, jus coincidently passing through." I was 16 and u were 15.

After a year later, guys started going after me and i was glad wit the attention. And soon, i got a bf. I called u and told u the good news. U congratulated me and i talked bout how nice and good he is. U never complained listening to my bragging. By this time, u were al'd in senior high and teased u for going after the new high school girls...u shyly denied. I was 17 and u were 16.

The year i was about to graduate, my first heart break came. I broken up wit my bf. And i was depressed. U came over and comforted me. U listened to me cry and let me drenched ur shirt. U didnt say a word, u were jus there. I felt something more bout u...and decided to tell u bout it...but b4 i had the chance, u called me and said u got a girl...i swallowed my words and congratulated u. I was 18 and u were 17.

After graduating, my parents decided to send me to US. I let go of my feelings and went. I wished u all the best. She is a swell girl. U didnt wan to leave the country becoz u cant afford it. So u stayed and i left. I was 20 and u were 19.

I studied in a university in U.S while u were attending a local college. We often emailed and send letters. We even waste money on some long distance calls jus to catch up wit each other. U called one day and say she left. I stayed wit u as how u stayed wit me the last time. And u said u wanted to tell me u cared for me ever since a long time ago...i was surprised yet i forgot to tell u i met someone here al'd...u kept quiet a long time and brushed tat comment away. I was 22 and u were 21.

On and off we still keep in touch and we brought each other through the many heart breaks. But yet, i never told u how i feel by teling myself we were jus frens. We remained best frens and one day, i think i surprised u by telling u i'm getting married to my bf here in U.S. I was thrilled and u were happy for me. Yet, all i want most is to see u at my wedding. I asked of u, yet u sound hesitated. I sent tickets to my frens and family back home...including one for u. I was 26 and u were 25.

On my wedding day, i was dressed up and feeling beautiful. Ppl congratulated me and i felt happy. I was even more happy when i see u walking through the door. U gave me a hug and told the groom wat a lucky man he was...i was definately glad u came. After the ceremony i search the crowd for u...yet i couldnt see u. Somehow i went walking around the church garden and strangely, i spotted u under the tree. I asked u :"Wat are u doing here?" Though the light was dim, i could see tears in ur eyes, u touched my cheek lightly and shyly said:"Er...nth, just coincidently passing through". As we hugged and cried. I knew, u knew, we realized.

The saddest word? Too Late. If only the girl and the guy in this story realized earlier, things would be different. but then it as too late. When i recall this story, i always dread tat i would end up like tat. Losing the person tat i truly love. Isnt tat horrible? Life is such a funny thing sometime. As the chinese saying goes:"You yuan wu fen".



The worse kind of miss is when u hav tat person sitting beside u and u know u cant be together wit that person.

A lil' taste of Heaven

Hehehe...in conjunction wit my last blog, i told u how fantastic the strawberries were rite? So i have decided that it is too good not to at least show u how great it is...Hehehe...Sori if i "camhog" a little. I just couldnt resist! Jus thinking bout it makes me wanna eat more of it! YUMMY!!















~AhhHhhhhhh...~

(^o^) Strawberries with a pinch of honey

Back from the Mountains

Heyo...wah...my last entry had 4 comments becoz it was darn short. Hahaha! WOW! Now i know why u guys havent been dropping me any comments for the other blogs...coz u all slept after looking at it rite? Hahahaa! OK ok...i get wat u all are trying to tell me. I'll TRY and keep it fast and jiffy...but if i fail...u know it's one hell of a story i was writing. Hahaha...

Well, i jus came back from Camerons HCC not long ago. And i cant believe it's over al'd. I've been looking forward to it for some time. And i did had a great time there. Hehehe...but some things jus dun feel the same anymore. The place where i use to watch the sunset in awe was covered up... and the place where i've shared great times in silence wit the Lord during the morning devotion has been demolished (behind the mission house) The Church was covered and closed. The row of steamboat shops has been closed down and only one was left there. I didnt even do the thing i wanna do there the most...watch the morning stars. Coz it was very cloudy, couldnt even spot one star at nite. I was quite dissapointed. But i have a feeling tat this will not be my last time going there...so, HCC, see u again soon! Hahaha! Btw, i went back to T-Cafe. Still look the same as i remembered. But MAN! U jus cant get enuf of the scones! YUMMY!!

Going back to ICF camp makes me feel old. I think i'm the oldest girl there...if i'm not mistaken. *sob sob* But i met some really cool ppl there and get to spend bonding time wit my old frens. All in all i had a good time. And believe me, camerons is still darn cold in the morning and nites. HAhaha...i love my group...er, reunion of the L.A.M.E.R.Z i think. We did a memorable sketch...it'll never forget wat u guys made me do...(Dont Cha!) HAhahaha! WOW! I'm still having body ache leh!! And i forgot how delicious strawberries can be when mixed wit honey and whip cream...quoted from a guy:"These taste like lil pieces of heaven." UHH HMM!!!

Er...wat is Nick and Iggy doing?!

OwwwWWwW!

Tat's My GRAPES!!

My favourite LAME joke of the camp:

One nite, u and some frens decided to watch a scary movie together under a sheet in front of the TV...to add to the mood, the lights were off and then suddenly...the TV started to lift up all by itself into the air...wat would u say??

Answer: IGGY! PUT DOWN THE TV!!

WHahahahahhaa!!! Ok ok...only ppl who knows iggy will understand this joke. It's a real good one though! (To know Iggy, refer to the picture above and spot the difference!)

P.S Sori Iggy! It's jus so darn funny~! U know we love u! Hahaha...

Reality? Fantasy?

Hi guys...u know? Sometimes i review my blog jus to see how does it look like...and MAN! How could u read all the things i write in there!? Hahaha...i mean...there's tonnes of words...and hardly any picture. I think by looking at it u al'd feel sleepy eh? Hahaha....when i read other ppl's blog, i see tat they use minimal of words. Cant believe i'm TAT cheong hei...sigh! okok...so i keep it short here ok??

Guess wat? The day tat i have been waiting for is finally HERE! I can finally sleep and eat peacefully! And dun need to feel all crammy becoz i need to study later! Yes!!! I've finished my finals yesterday! U know wat? the last paper nearly killed me...but i think it went ok. I mean...i have been sleep around 4-5 hours a day and it's killing me. I look at my face in the mirror...and i think Sadoka will be the one who get a shock. Hahaha! All the stress has got to me as i can see plenty of outbreak...NO NO NO!! And plus...my eyes are REALLY like black bean paus...even today when i went out wit my guy to take a break from it all...he met a fren and i caught the fren taking a peek at me...and immediately in my heart...i was thinking...tat guy probably thought tat his fren brought a ghost out. Hahahaa.....I NEED TO DO SOMETHING BOUT MY EYES!! If u have seen me recently, u know wat i mean. I'm jus waiting to get my concealer. Hahaha....

~The Next Sadoka~

I'll be going to CF camp next week...woo hoo! Yea...even though they are jus heading to the camp site tat i've been for the 4th time...which is HCC...i'm still glad i'm going. Anything beats sitting at home becoz of exams! I miss tat place actually...



P.S Told ya it'll be Short!!

Being a Sponge for the day...

Hello...funny how is it tat in my finals...i tend to write more blogs? Hmm....haha! Well, today has been quite a day for me...lately i have been feeling lke a sponge...though not yellow like spongebob...yet. Hahaha...em...i've been mainly soaking up a lot of info...jamming it into my brain cells...so tat i could reproduce it later in the paper tat i'm sitting for. Today i jus finished my Second last paper...no idea whether i could score or not...but past is past. And i have another paper to be lookng forward in 2 more days...sigh! Tat particular paper will be the one who would definately and utimately suck up all my brain juice. Ish!







But today had been a bit different...i've been soaking up something else. Well, coincidently, today is the day tat my 'frens' decided they wanna share their portion of life's challenges with me. Some pretty shocking...some are old deeds...and some i need to pry out. HAhaha...if either one of u are reading this...which i doubt...dun worry...i wouldnt spill it out here. I'm bound by my code of silence! But if u r reading this, thanks for sharing it wit me. It makes me feel tat i could help out somehow. Though i did nth to change and turn the world around for u.







Since it's almost 1.30am and i have 6 chapters of painful reading to do and to memorize...i'll make this a short one. Life...is weird. Life is...ups and downs...full of opposites. Funny huh? But only by embracing one you can only truly understand the other. Light can only shine bright in the darkness...joy can only be truly seen through tears. All sunshine and no rain=desert. (Quote from Daily Bread) Sometimes, we humans are so certain bout the things we plan, we get caught off guard when it flips. And suddenly, the world seems to be against u. Nth seems to go right...







My mom asked me today...where would she go if she dies. I said it's up to u to decide. She knows i believe in heaven. And i asked her wat's her opinion. She said tat after we die...we jus die. There's nth else. But isnt tat very sad? When we pull though all of life's hardship and difficulties. All our experience and knowledge gained....all that so we could...er...become nth? Then wat is life all about? I told her i do not believe we are just tat...tat we live for so much more. I do not believe life is only wat we see physically through our eyes right now. But how do i justify myself? I cant. Only when u truly look inside urself...u can see tat we are build for so much more. If God gave us a 100% brain, why do we use only a multiple fraction of it? About 3% if i'm not mistaken. So...the rest of the 97% is so tat we could become nth in the end? Imagine all the capabilities we have only by using 3% of our brain. Einstein was considered a genius becoz it was believed he used 1 extra percent of his brain than the rest of us. Wat could have happen when u could use 100% of it? Al'd blown ur mind away eh? Unimaginable...yes...exactly. There is only such things tat our brains can comprehand. Like we will never ever be able to understand how God works...or never to imagine how heaven looks like. So...do not jus trust wat ur eyes tell u. Even ur eyes can trick u in many ways.

Spinning wheels...weee!! But it's not animated....if u dun believe me...try focusing on a black dot and all the other wheels will stop spinning. Nth is wat it seems...Life is a always spinnin' around ya...u jus need to focus to get the real deal.

Banana? Or Mango?

I know i have al'd posted an entry today...but i jus feel like writin this down b4 it leaks away from my poor memory. Hehehe...having finals now...shud be studying...but as the chinese says:" Even when hanging urself by the neck you still need to take a breathe"

Em...this could be said as a continuation of my first blog, 'thick blood'. I apologize tat my first blogs has al'd bored u to death and u probably dun understand wat i'm talking bout anyways. Hahaha...but er, i still feel like saying it out. So bear with me...i dun blame u for not finishing it either! : )

Today...i went out for a normal family dinner at a coffee shop near where i stay with my parents and my lil niece. It was a familiar place where we frequented. First thing we do, is to find a good place to sit and ern ern, my niece in my father's arms pointed to her favourite place, a table right next to the aquarium tat contains a few fish. We were seated down and the waiter took our order. We ordered the famous taufu with pickled vege on top, a oil fried fish wit soya sauce and kangkung belacan for a nice dinner. Immediately, ern ern gestured towards the aquarium wanting my dad to carry her nearer to admire the fish swimming around in the rather murky water. The happy grandfather was more than willing. Then a restaurant staff excused my mother from sitting near the tank and took out a net. He caught 2 fishes in the tank and dumped them in a pail of water. b4 going away seeing tat my niece was still admiring the fish, he tilt the pail slightly so she could get a better view of it. Then he walked off with it. The murky water stood still in the aquarium...and my niece starts to look for the fish...Little does she knows tat she had jus bid the fish farewell...but she'll get to see it again very soon...on our table with soya sauce on it. Admittedly, i was taken aback by the reality of it all...of course i know they had to kill a fish b4 they cook it. But...i mean, isn;t it a bit crude? I JUS saw it swimming in there and now it's sitting on my plate.

Imagine how it will be like in China? Oh boy...! The cut and gut out fish right in front of ur eyes...ah...u might think," cheh...m'sia pasar oso the same wat" but instead of jus fish...there are whole lot of things they slaughter in front of u...(do believe it tat they hang slaughtered dogs and rats like how we hang slaughthered chickens here.) As chinese as i am, no doubt i will be amazed and shrink at the sight...

Therefore, it makes me think, how 'chinese' are we in m'sia? No doubt, we have been influenced by the various cultures here. (acculturation-where we accept other cultures into our own yet at the same time maintain our own cultures...it only gets altered a bit) And this might shock u as much as it shocked me. If u think u r no difference with China Chinese, think again. While studying for my management subject, i came across a topic bout multinational companies doing business around the world. And when Subway, the sandwich bar opened it's first franchise in China, the Americans there were very happy..one even kissed the floor. Yet, the chinese were having thier doubts bout this 'gui-lou' place. While eating there, they didnt believe tat the tuna they serve is actually fish. Why? Becoz they claim tat it doesnt have a tail and a head. Yup...believe it.

By the way i see my mom pick through the remains of the fish...especially the head, i think it would be enuf for the gui-lous to throw up. Mainly becoz usually they do not see the whole fish while eating it..(fish sticks, fillet), nor do they when they eat pork and chicken. they always cut out the head and the limbs...yet, chinese here states tat the best part of the fish is the head...we even hav curry fish head and steam fish head.

So, how 'chinese' or how 'american' u r? Becoz the trend in M'sia is to wat we call Westernization...simply jus copying wat the west are doing. So many of us unconsiously have been influenced by the West. If not why r we so different from the chinese in China...dun we all come from there? (Chinese i mean) And why so many chinese nowadays dun even know how to speak their mother tougue? Only english or BM? Are we yellow on the outside and white on the inside? Or are we yellow in and outside?

I'm not suggesting tat we go back to China and learn our culture there...no, wat i mean is...look at how far we have become, yet, we hold principles and values a typical China chinese would teach their children...like...never to waste food if not ur future husband/wife's face will be the same as ur unclean plate, or never to tell lies if not your tougue will be pulled out...etc etc...sounds like old wives' tale ya? But if u look deeply, they all contain sensible morales. So, hold on to the valuable things tat only ur chinese parents could teach you...becoz i cant imagine wat will happen to the future generation...they might be jus like the Americans...never see a head or tail b4.

~Try telling this face tat her fish jus became dinner~

Obtained from Amy Tan's The Kitchen God's Wife

On my birthday morning, Grand Aunt asked me which chicken i like the best. I pointed to the one tat is my favourite. The one tat lets me feed her out of my hand. And later tat nite, Grand Aunt cooked a good dinner for my celebration...and to my horror...it was chicken.

(I recall this from memory, not her exact words ya!)

A tAste of Uni

Heya...for some of u who STILL dun know...i'm in UPM now. Which is Universiti Putra Malaysia. Not Uni Perempuan or Pertanian...and after one semester in uni...honestly, i'm still not 100% used to tat place...especially when i need to stay in campus. (Maybe it has to do wit me coming home every wednesday till monday...which means i only spend two nites there every week). Hehehe... And i realized some ppl have different thoughts of wat uni is like. Some love it and some hates it...but most of the ppl my age will go..."wah...stay in campus very cham hor?" but the older age group (like parents and auntie and uncle) will go "WAH!! can go uni! So nice hor?" Ya....that shows how age gap plays it's role. So...i'm here to post up some pics in my campus to let u see...well...there's a bit of cham, and a bit of nice...

I stay in K17 (Kolej 17) which is...er...the newest part of UPM...yet, the furthest away...where practically no one goes there except for ppl who stays there. UPM is generally HUGE. Basically broken into 3 parts. 2 big and one small. Largest is Main Campus...where all the faculties are. Then followed by an area opposite it which holds kolej 1-16. And the smallest and tiniest area holds kolej 17 and the medical faculty. Em...i take bus every morning to the main campus....and to show u how far i have to travel to get to main campus is like...u staying in INTI College Subang Jaya and your class is in Subang Parade. em...something like tat.

So...this is basically my room...which i share with another roomie...currently a sweet Indian Muslim girl named Nadiah. I sleep near the window btw if u dun realize...and coincidently, the same position of where i sleep at home...haha! Quite comfy...and furnished in my fav colour...

And this is where i study...er...on the top shelf is where all my junk food and essential survival food are placed. (Dun even know how am i to survive with the food i get around here....) I bet many dun know...i dun have a table in my room at home..i basically study on the floor...or on my bed...so having to study on a table...er...let's jus say it adjusted my composure...

Basketball underneath my table is my GOOD friend. Of course besides accompanying me to several basketball games....it also keeps my feet occupied while studying....hehe!

This is wat i see when i look out my window during the evenings...kinda nice eh?

But i frequently hear the unmistaken voice of basketballs on the concrete floor...calling me to leave my books for a good game. Ahhh!! the temptations...

This is the view during nite...since it's on a hill surrounded by nth but good ol' trees...it's darn cooling at times...especially if it rains.

The cool wind is most welcoming after several 'fights' wit the text book.

So...this is how the new campus looks like...pretty cool huh? I'm not complaining. But because of the lack of ppl here....they do not make very good food...er, to be real honest, it sucks. I do not know how ppl survive the food here...and i'm not the only one...ppl eat here to really...er, survive. Not becoz they wanna to eat. Above all...everything is a-ok...

My mom told me once tat she told one of her colleagues tat i get to study in a uni...

She said:" She is so fortunate to get into a uni."

Colleague replied:" Yea! She is...it's so difficult to get into one."

My mom responded:"I didnt got the chance to get into one...but at least i get to sleep on the bed."

"What?! I didnt even get to sleep on one!" came the reply.

This shows tat how our elders yearn to get into uni at their time...they practically love uni life though they have never ever experienced it b4. I wonder wat they would say of they did? Hahaha...(btw, my mom did slept on my bed for a while waiting for me to packup to get ready to go. -_-")

Well...i guess i better get use to it...i do still have 5 more years to go...

Ok...for more pics, u can check it out at UPM's official website http://www.upm.edu.my/ My finals are here...and i'm updating my blog...sigh!!

*Snoozeeee...*

Thick Blood

HEYA! Yea...finally i'm able to move in to this place...i 'bought' this place for some while now...(meaning i registered here) yet it was under 'construction' (means i was still thinking wat would i post here) but now it has finally been done! Hehehe...thanks to those who keep urging me to update my blog...hehehe! Sori for having u guys wait so long...ur comments and encourage is wat gave me the strength to continue writing even though i feel ike i'm gonna doze off in my comfy bed anytime soon...hehe!

So, i've done some thinking and since i've not written for some times, i hav lots to say. Finally i decided on the title:Thick Blood...not a very 'sunny' title i know...but wat i hav to say here is nth close to being gorry and disgusting. You'll see...

Some of u might know...i love to read. (though i'm no nerd) Hahaha! And one of my fav authors is Amy Tan. She's popular enough in the reader's world...together wit ppl like John Grisham and Micheal Crichton but not as popular as Stephen King and Dan Brown. Amy Tan wrote some of the most fascinating books i've ever read. And believe me...i've read (and re-read) all of her books and still not gettign bored of it. Some may say tat her books are very feminine...meaning they are for 'girls and women' to read. But my dad picked it up from my bookcase one day and he read all of the others i have. Deeply intrigued. Well...wat does she write about? Simple...Mothers, mother's mother, mother's daughter and China. Sounds boring? Wait till u read wat i hav to say....

This first blog entry is dedicated to my grandmothers, whom i've never learn their real names till after they hav bid farewell. Choo Choy Ying and Wong Nyuk Ying.


I do not know my mother's mother very well...she has passed on before my mother was married to my father. But as i grew...i've heard many stories bout her. Many of which leads me to think tat my mom inherited her wittiness and cheerfulness from her...as my grandfather was a kind man...but also a man of few words. Amy Tan has wonderfully written bout the bonds between a mother and her daughter. It mainly talks bout a mother who originates from China and a daughter who is born in America. And how different and difficult for them to understand each other. A mother who wants to teach a daughter the chinese ways yet she was pulled in the american way...so, she is not either, she is not both. Until her daughter, al'd full grown has discovered the stories her mother kept hidden behind her chinese ways...therefore...her books are not only for girls and women...but rather, for chinese who left their roots.

How many of u actually feel like..."oOooHhhhh....."in understanding when i mention the difference of mother and daughter since one is born in China and the other in America? Arent we? Arent we the daughters and the sons tat has been born in a native country? Yes...your moms might not originate from China. But your grandmothers are. If not, then ur great-grandmother is. Yes, it might not be a drastic change here in Malaysia since we are still bonded in many of the chinese cultures. But have u imagine if ur grandparents have not come to malaysia? Then wat will become of u? Have u set foot on China and wonder which paths your ancestors have trotted on? Given the chance, i would love to go back to where my grandparents came from. We still have a house there. somewhere on a mountain in China. I will get the name from my dad one day. The last time my grandmother was there, the neighbours were still keeping their pots and pans for safe-keeping. ( I realized later tat pots and pans are considered a valuable property during the olden days.) I wonder wat was her life when she was growing up? Born in a typical family. She's the first born. Was she despised and a disappointment becoz she was a girl? Becoz female infants are considered a lost last time. But then she had a baby brother. And weirdly enuf, tat was the only children they had. When she grew up...did she wonder bout the life she will hav in front of her? Did she imagine her future, her marriage? Never getting to decide whom she wants to marry...but tat was the norm and they accept this. Yet my great-grandparents are not so narrowminded. Somehow, when she was around 18, she was given a stack of pictures...finding a suitor. And through all the men tat came and ask her hand in marriage, she picked one tat she will soon spend her whole life with. And only his name and tat picture as her guide. Sorting through it, she found it and immediately, she picked this one. Of all the black and white pictures she went through...a coloured one stood out. And i mean literally coloured. My grandfather, an artist himself has coloured himself in his picture wit a kungfu kick. So, they married...yet, i do not know the story how they came to Malaysia. But i knew it was before World War 2 broke out. As my Eldest uncle was born in Malaysia. Wat havoc it must have been...i've heard tat my granduncle was a intelligent man. He was a chinese doctor and he joined some war thing and was forced to fled when the war came. He was hiding in forests and jungles. And finally, he really did flew to America. (Now he is a Chinese doctor there with his daughter a medical doctor). So, i believe my grandmother came from quite a well-off family. Becoz she also married my grandfather who is not only an artist at heart, but a dentist in profession. In those days, u can only marry to the same standards. But since she came to Malaysia...i do not think they are wealthy anymore. They had 9 kids to take care off and my grandparents smoked opium...so there was where most of the money went i think. My grandmother had to work hard to earn money by selling noodles and my grandfather made great bird cages and tanglungs to sell besides opening his dental clinic which doubles up as their home. I could not imagine wat happened when the war came. My grandfather was walking wit my eldest uncle in is arms on day on the peaceful streets of Taiping when suddenly, loud noises came from the sky and the alarms went off. Everyone panicked and starts to run. Screams drowned by the alarms and the crumbling of buildings hit. Bombs were falling from the sky, my grandfather quickly held his son close and jumped. He leaped into a huge drain by the side and seek refuge in hastily moving in the drain. I heard tat if he was not to do tat..they would not have survived that bombing. Which means bad news since my dad was not born yet. He was the 7th child. How did they survive through all the torment i have no ideas. My grandfather loved animals...especially birds. He would train birds to sing in competitions. I guess there is where i inherited my love for animals and art, jus like how my dad has inherited it.


I do not know many stories from my grandmother...and i regretted tat i didnt asked her. I woud hav heard so many things about her life in China. All i can hear now are the stories she told my mom and my dad.

Actually i hav no idea how am i going to write this blog...honestly, despite wat i have written, it has not spoken wat is in my mind. Maybe u will understand more when u read one of her books. I highly recommend those who like to read to not hesitate to grab one of amy tan's book. i recommend the older ones...not the newer ones. Em...sad to say, the last two books i've read is not tat appealing.

So...their lives might not interest u, but they are all u hav. Their stories are all u could find. Becoz the girl tat once dreamt about her future will soon not be able to dream anymore as her life is nearing the end...yet remember you are tat dream, you are her dream, you are her future. Blood tat once throb in her vitality is now the same blood tat throbs in ur veins. Chinese has a saying :"huet nong yu shui". Meaning...blood is thicker than water.